If it ain't coke don't mix it!

Uncle D. recently finished the autobiography of Lucky Luciano entitled the Last
Testament of Lucky Luciano. Now for those of you who don't recognize this guys name, I will tell you he was the true father of organized crime, for he was the one who organized
all the factions, and indeed was the leader for many years.
Both Lucky(Salvatore Lucania) and Frank Sinatra could boast...Io sono Siciliano....I am
Sicillian; whatta schocker, right? In fact they were both from the same town in the hills
of Sicily, one Lercara Friddi, located in the core territory of the Mafia. Not far from this little villiage was the the town of Corleone, a community credited with the breeding
of more future American mafiosi than any other place in Sicily.
Anyways, I enjoyed readin it. Wanted to read it for some time, you know what I mean?
Coupla months ago our Pastors wife gave a little sermom on Mothers day, and in it she
posed this question; if you could invite for dinner any deceased person from history,
who would you choose? I know! It sounded weird to me too, at first. Then I began to
consider all the possiblities that interested me, you know the obvious, parents, grand
parents, friends, loved ones, the Apostles, Mickey Mantle, all those great Puritan guys,
and the list goes on and on, right? Call me crazy, but I'd like to sit down and share a
meal with a guy like Luciano, or Capone. Meyer Lansky would work as well would Joe
(bananas)Bonnano, or Tony Accardo from Chicago. That would be quite a meal, you know
what I mean?
My advice to you in closing would sound something like this:
Just as if it ain't broke don't fix it, then, if it ain't coke don't mix it!
And when mums the word, then rums the word!
A Dopo
Uncle D.